CHAPTER
TWENTY
Sawyer
My girl sits up and I shift off the bed, standing. My dick is so rock hard in my pants, and I want her to undress me. It has to be her. “Come here,” I tell her. She scoots forward on her hands and knees and my god, is she a sight. I bend down, tilting her chin up as I kiss her pretty lips. Lips that are about to be wrapped around my cock.
“Sawyer, are you sure you want this?” she whispers looking up at me with those big eyes.
“I want it,” I reassure her. “I need it, baby, it’s time.” This is the whole reason I waited so long, I realize. I couldn’t bring myself to be intimate without thinking about my trauma. There were women who abused me, too, paying my captors for sex, but mainly it was men. They made me do things I never want to think about again, and I need to push that thought away.
Breathe in, breathe out.
This isn’t the same.
It’s Nova.
She’s doing it to you.
You want this. You want her pretty mouth on you.
And I do.
I want her pretty mouth on me. I want all of it.
She moves up to her knees, and I cup her tits, fondling them. Her hands rest on my shoulders, and I move my hands over them, sweeping them down my body, marveling at how I don’t bristle at her touch. I know she’s holding her breath, watching me attentively, making sure I’m okay.
“You don’t have to?—”
“I want to, I like your hands on me. Do it, touch me, baby.”
I let go of her as she strokes one hand over my abs, the other squeezing a pec. “Your body is insane,” she tells me. “So fucking amazing.”
“You tellin’ me you didn’t notice before?” I joke.
“Oh, I did, I just knew I couldn’t do anything about it, plus, it’s not as if you’re ever shirtless around me. I had to kinda guess what you had going on under there.”
I smirk. “No guessin’ now, baby.” I give her a chin lift. “Touch my dick.”
Her lips part, and I grow harder just watching her eyes flick down to the large bulge in the front of my pants. Slowly, tentatively, she brushes one hand over my belt buckle, then palms my cock.
I groan, my eyes squeezing shut. “Again.”
She does as I say, and it’s a fucking revelation. “You’re so hard,” she whispers.
“Take it out.” When she doesn’t move, my eyes spring open. She’s watching me. “Be a good girl and take my dick out, baby.”
She mouths the word ‘Fuck’as she undoes my belt, then flips my button, then her fingers work on the zipper. The entire time her little hands are brushing against me and it feels fucking amazing.Sheis fucking amazing.
“What now?” she breathes.
I smile, brushing a hand over her cheek as she looks up at me. “Now you do what you want to me while I watch you.”
“I promise I’ll make it good.”
“You already do, just by bein’ here.” My praise makes her smile, and I love that I’ve just found this out about her. That she loves being my good girl.
I could help her by tugging my jeans down, but I want her to do everything. It turns me on when she undresses me. She presses her face against my undone zipper and my cock, only the thin fabric of my boxer briefs between us. She inhales. “You smell fucking amazing.”